R
Robert Harrison
Guest
Dedicated to Kate
“Toe”
I took of my shoe,
And looking at me
Through a large hole
Was my right foots
Big toe.
I leaned forward
To get a closer look.
“Toe” needed a trim,
No doubt (He, She, It)
Being the cause of the
Hole in my sock.
The urge came over me
To speak to “Toe”.
With some affection
I said “Hello Toe”.
For the next few minutes
I was trying to control
The hysterical laughter
Of my wife.
Why she should fined
It so amusing in my
Talking to my toe is
Beyond me.
She was still laughing
When she returned from
Changing her knickers.
“Toe”
I took of my shoe,
And looking at me
Through a large hole
Was my right foots
Big toe.
I leaned forward
To get a closer look.
“Toe” needed a trim,
No doubt (He, She, It)
Being the cause of the
Hole in my sock.
The urge came over me
To speak to “Toe”.
With some affection
I said “Hello Toe”.
For the next few minutes
I was trying to control
The hysterical laughter
Of my wife.
Why she should fined
It so amusing in my
Talking to my toe is
Beyond me.
She was still laughing
When she returned from
Changing her knickers.
